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'I don't want to be unreverent to her ladyship; but I really don't think she is meaning any such waste of a Christian carcase. I say she's rather meaning to commit flat matrimony wi' somebody or other, and one young gentleman in particular. 'But the young man himself? 'Planned, cut out, and finished for the delight of 'ooman! 'Yet he must be willing. 'That would soon come.
He watched the attractive brown guinea-pigs who had been let out of their basket gambol about the parlour. His mind was a chaos. Suddenly he snatched out his purse, and thrust the two shillings into the little girl's hand, before she could say anything. "Get the medicine, please," he said, in a gruff voice. "I don't want the guinea-pigs, thank you, Jim."
The stranger made no reply, but still stood clinging to the door, with a strange and horrible expression of mingled wonder and awe in his face. "'Tis a lunatic!" whispered Ruth to her husband. "Sir," said Jacob, "what do you want here to-night?" The stranger found voice at length, but it was weak and timorous as that of a frightened child.
"You don't want me to tell you that I'm in love with you ... like that ... when I'm not?" "No, of course not ... only!..." "Perhaps you don't want to marry me now!" He put his arm round her and pressed her so tightly that she gave a little cry of rebuke. "I love you so much," he said, "that I'm thankful glad for the least bit of liking you have for me. I wish I'd known sooner.
Earle, which was habitual, was now most strongly in evidence. Her eyes searched those of Wharton. "Twenty minutes," she said. "He can't go," snapped Wharton. "Tell him," he directed the waiter, "to stay where he is. Tell him I may want to go back to the office any minute." He turned eagerly to the girl. "I'm sorry," he said. With impatience he crumpled the note into a ball and glanced about him.
She proceeded, with no want of experience or skill, to make herself beautiful for her lover: the lover who had seemed over a gulf from her this afternoon, and now what worlds away.... And if the rites were done somewhat hurriedly perforce, there was no lack of conscientiousness here. She, who had said that she had never paid her way through life, could only pay in what coin she had....
And now I want something else." "What's that?" asked Lionel. "A cheque." "A cheque? I gave you one this morning, Sibylla." "Oh! but the one you gave me is for housekeeping for Mary Tynn, and all that. I want one for myself. I am not going to have my expenses come out of the housekeeping." Lionel sat down to write one, a good-natured smile on his face.
"Paula," he said, "will you do something for me?" "I wonder. There are surely no somethings where we are concerned." "I want you to describe several dresses to me. Your own perfect divine dresses. I want them for my book." "So I am to be made use of, am I?" Her eyes were flashing. He was not looking at her. "Yes," he said, "I am going to steal some of your genius." She had left him.
If you do get into any trouble, you know where I am; and though I don't want you, you will be welcome to our mess and a nice mess we are in, eh, Archie? Come, look sharp, you British soldiers, and clear away all this scum."
Those windows which lead into your library, through which I first came to you, by-the-by, " he added, with a strange, reminiscent little sigh, "are they open?" "Yes!" she whispered. "Come, then," he invited. "Before I leave there is something I want to make clear to you." They made their way rather like two conspirators along the little terraced walk.